Anyway, you can be a loving mother and still want to SEND THAT KID INTO ORBIT sometimes. It doesn't make you abusive (as long as you don't buy a rocket ship);
And really, an argument can be made that you're not abusive unless you actually launch the rocket ship.
It doesn't make you abusive (as long as you don't buy a rocket ship);
No, not until you actually use the rocket. Buying is just being prepared...
I am making roast beast, sautéed mushrooms and steamed green beans. Who wants dinner in exchange for helping me put away my clean clothes and taking out the recycling?
I've got a basket of laundry that I need to wash. Right now, though, I'm waiting for my groceries to be delivered so that I can eat dinner first. (30 minutes left in the delivery window. Getting sick of waiting.)
I'm also reading some news articles about Lebanon and getting worried, and feeling selfish because my first worried thought was totally not the right thing to be worrying about.
I am making roast beast, sautéed mushrooms and steamed green beans. Who wants dinner in exchange for helping me put away my clean clothes and taking out the recycling?
What kind of beast, and does it mean I can leave work early?
Me!!
Dinner is in a few hours. I will supply the hangers. Plastic, not wire.
What kind of beast, and does it mean I can leave work early?
The yummy cow kind. Please to come help me get this huge pile of clothes put away.
Oh, and there is wine as well. And likely clicky fire.
Stoopid different states thing.
Joe really needs to work on that teleporter. Aims, please to nag him.
Fine. When my coworkers ask why I'm leaving over an hour and a half early, I'm telling them it's because the people in the glowy box on my desk said I could so I could teleport to one of their homes for roast beast in exchange for completing tasks that they give me.
They will never speak to me again. Which makes this the perfect plan!